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And her fluid ice is elixir for those whose grace and fire withstand the fiercer journeys of life, cooling scorched places deep within.

You are her question, spoken in the waking hour by the living of your life, whispering silent wonderings in the dark and carrying her song like seeds to the morning light. To grow the fields of nourishment.

Though her words are truly unspeakable, we river-whisperers carry the ancient wisdom in our deep longing to understand her chant, spilling feasts. Made more human by the quest.

nooo….says WE. You are the singer over the bones, wild woman. Your words breathe life, inspire me into expression and I spill here a mirror of who you are. You are beauty and it comes out my fingers a response to wonderful poetic flow-you.